Текст песни Тони Раут гари топор и какие то гавнюки - Криминальные хроники

In the question: Where did the man?
O-Twet: To find a miracle Believe!
As well, where is the logic here?
She's not there - Criminal news!

I'm your nightmare come in your dreams
Look at the clock run, hide son.
Pieces of cold steel Founded flaw,
Later he got a knife from the Yana and her out of the pit
Turn around! I can be behind you
I have no pity, but you have pain.
To hear the cry of the victims wait for them to them,
And then a knife Chick Chick snip, snip.
I like the Tin Woodman from the old fairy tales,
Blades sway, under you parquet in the red paint.
In his hand a chainsaw "Friendship" let's be friends?
But you just have to, "Give me my life."
Next worse, in the best it is not necessary to believe!
Cut off the scalp, and your ears to the trophies.
There is no desire to stay vnochale me?
I'll make you a remake of silence of the lambs.